Chapter 150 There is something wrong
The road near Nanwang City is bustling and crowded. The small vendors are too lazy to compete in the city or pay a deposit. They simply set up stalls on both sides of the road. Yan Guo You can find everything from northern and southern flavors to special snacks from Jin, Chu and Qian.
There are also shops selling various utensils and daily necessities, which are very lively, as if attending a temple fair, but the business is quite good.
There were officers, soldiers, prisoners, and other people of all kinds traveling on this road. After Emperor Yan stepped on the throne, he transferred the power of Yan State to the south. Yinlang County suddenly accumulated too many people. The large foreign population naturally gave rise to a kind of "abnormal" prosperity.
It looks prosperous, but in fact it is like a burning fire cooking oil. The more boiling something is, the faster it will cool down.
Of course, the people of Yandi didn't feel anything about this. They were just living their lives with concentration. The war had actually begun long ago, and soldiers and horses from both sides were biting and cutting at the front line of Qianguo Fort. What is lacking is nothing more than a final word from the Jingnan Army or a real counterattack from the elites of the three towns of Qianguo.
The pride of the Yan people may be due to a long history. At least, Zheng Fan did not see any panic about the war on the road.
Yan has been a country for hundreds of years. It has been extremely difficult, but it has survived. It fought with the barbarians in the desert in the north and the three countries in the east. The fighting stopped, and the fighting stopped, but in the end, it never lost its strength. .
Let’s not talk about other things. At least the people’s self-confidence has been demonstrated. Moreover, the Qianguo army is too unsatisfactory. In the Yinlang County line, many military leaders, including Zheng Fan, are out of control. Many people went south to cause trouble, but none of the Qianguo troops dared to go north.
For this reason, the south side close to the battle line is full of jitters, while the north side is "flowers blooming".
The heads were placed in boxes and could not be seen from the outside. Zheng Fan did not think about getting a banner and hanging it up all the way to Nanwang City to create some bullshit for himself.
Maybe it’s because the third prince’s fifth limb is too high-end.
After doing that thing, other things that made him famous seemed a little boring.
What Xu Wenzu needs to do after receiving these heads, and how the court needs to publicize it, is their business. Zheng Fan will cooperate, but what matters more is that he can get the real deal with this military merit. benefit.
Political power comes from the barrel of a gun. Zheng Fan has always believed in this truth. Strong soldiers and horses are the first foundation for surviving in troubled times.
The more I understand this world, the more I feel that fighting at this time is not just a game. There are many soldiers, and even if the opponent is powerful, you can rely on the sea of people to drown him. You can save your life, or you can Kill the enemy.
Nanwang City is just ahead, but there is a long queue at the entrance to the city. I don’t know what the problem is in front of it. In short, it has been silted up.
Seeing that the team had stopped moving, Zheng Fan was not in a hurry. He turned to look at A Ming beside him and asked:
"Go down and have something to eat?"
Ah Ming shook his head. He had enough stock now, so he naturally disdained ordinary people's food.
Seeing that A Ming didn't come, Zheng Fan got off his horse and walked to the stall on the roadside. Upon seeing this, Xiao Yibo immediately dismounted and followed him to wait on him.
Zheng Fan chose a wonton stall, and there was a young couple selling wontons at the stall.
Business is actually not that good.
Small wontons are a popular way of eating in the Jiangnan area of the Qian Kingdom. The delicious soup of the small wontons is like a mandarin duck playing in the water, with a refreshing taste.
But Yan people like big and thick dumplings and don't like this kind of delicate food.
First, Yan State is located in the north, and Yinlang County is already the southern border of Yan State. However, the three towns of Qian State corresponding to Yinlang County are still called bitter cold places by the people of Qian State.
Therefore, if they did not expand their territory, the people of Yan would not have the opportunity to truly appreciate the so-called Jiangnan scenery.
Furthermore, according to hundreds of years of tradition, the Yan people are either fighting with the barbarians in the desert or fighting with the Jin and Qian Kingdoms. What they want on weekdays is nothing more than a big mouthful of food. Feeling, but not in the mood of sipping and sipping.
But Zheng Fan loves these small wontons because of his previous life. Of course, large wontons are also fine, but they have to be mustard greens.
“Two bowls of small wontons.” Xiao Yibo took the initiative to give instructions and paid the money first.
In a small business, you don't have to pay after eating. Otherwise, if the bowl is thrown away and you run away, where will they catch you?
When the copper coins fall into the bowl here, the wontons over there will be put into the pot.
Not long after, two bowls of wontons were cooked, and the team waiting to enter the city did not make any progress.
The traffic jam is terrible.
Xiao Yibo carefully handed the bowl and spoon to Zheng Fan, but he did not pretend to be sentimental and helped to blow, but said:
"Master, be careful of the burn."
Zheng Fan smiled and reached out to take it.
There are no tables and chairs provided at the small stall, but those with real status and status will not eat the snacks next to the stall. Nanwang City was once the "Little Jiangnan" of the Yan Kingdom, and there are high-end restaurants in it. There must be a lot of it, so I deliberately left my stomach to eat and drink inside.
Zheng Fan and Xiao Yibo were squatting next to the stall. Most of the diners at the entrance were eating this way. They were the ones who liked to be clean. For those who were more casual, it would be more comfortable to just sit on the ground and eat.
Perhaps because there is no MSG in later generations, the small wontons are not delicious enough, but they are smooth and smooth in the mouth, and they taste good.
Zheng Fan ate one bite at a time, and Xiao Yibo also ate "humming hummingly" beside him. For Xiao Yibo, what he ate was not important, but eating with his leader was the most important thing.
Having only eaten half a bowl of wontons here, a second wave of customers came to the stall over there.
An old man wearing a coarse cloth gown who kept sniffling from the cold, and a sword-wielding swordsman wearing a cotton coat that wrapped himself tightly.
The swordsman appears to be in his early forties. His face is covered with pimples, and he doesn’t know whether they are caused by the cold or just because of the pimples.
The old man held a long sail in his left hand, and the corner of the sail flag was fiddled with by the cold wind, revealing the word "Gua".
"Ten cents a bowl, two of you."
The woman is waiting to receive the money,
The man is waiting to be served.
If the woman doesn’t receive the money, it’s impossible for the man to cook the wontons.
The old man looked at the poor swordsman beside him. The swordsman looked upward, as if he suddenly realized that the sky today was so beautiful.
The old man rubbed his hands and said a little awkwardly:
“Well, can I use hexagrams as food?”
The woman immediately shook her head, and the man put the wontons back in his hand. Road:
“If the business is not going well, I really can’t afford to shout.”
This is very sincere. If the business is going well, it doesn’t matter if I treat you to a bowl of wontons. I’ll let you tell your fortune. As a pastime.
But now the business is bleak, and there is no such leisure and elegance, nor such wealth.
The old man licked his lips, obviously thinking about this little wonton.
The older a person gets, the more he will act like an old child, greedy and greedy.
It’s just that I still care about being a little old-skinned, and I’m too embarrassed to imitate that bratty kid who rolls on the ground to make trouble.
The fallen swordsman patted his bag in fear and said:
"There is also dry food."
It's okay for the old man not to listen to the dry food. When he heard the dry food, his mouth curled up, and tears rolled in his eyes, feeling aggrieved.
"Dry food, dry food, just let your father eat those dry, cold and hard things every day. Is there anyone in this world who can be a son like you!"
Hearing this, Zheng Fan looked at Xiao Yibo .
Xiao Yibo showed a honest and shy smile.
The down-and-out swordsman felt a little sad;
The old man was still aggrieved;
The young couple selling wontons just stood and watched. Anyway, business was not good, so there was no rush.
Xiao Yibo held the bowl and chopsticks in his left hand, dug into his pocket with his right hand, took out a small piece of silver, threw it towards the stall, and said:
"Cook for them."
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"Ouch, good!"
The wontons came out of the pot and began to roll in the soup.
The fallen swordsman looked at Zheng Fan and the two squatting there, and then looked away.
The old man was eagerly watching when the wontons would come out of the pan, and he was not in a hurry to thank Xiao Dashan who treated him to the wontons.
“Okay, okay, it’s time to go out, I’m getting old.”
The old man urged.
The husband nodded, took the wontons out of the pot, and sprinkled them with seasonings that were not very rich. The old man took the bowl, hesitated for a moment, and squatted down next to Xiao Yibo.
The down-and-out swordsman also took his bowl, but squatted at the other end of the stall. He seemed to be too withdrawn and didn't like to join in the fun.
The old man ate several wontons and drank a few mouthfuls of soup. He breathed a sigh of relief and had a look of satisfaction on his face.
Zheng Fan focused on eating the wontons in his bowl and ignored the surroundings. Perhaps it was because he had read too many works in his previous life. He often had a sense of "an outsider" towards this combination. impression.
The sloppier and down-trodden they are, the more "masters" they tend to be.
This has been confirmed by Shatuo Queshi.
But after looking at the small wontons in the opponent's hand, Zheng Fan did not intend to test anything at this time.
Whether you are really living in poverty or you are really a master of the world, you eat what is in your bowl, and I will eat what is in mine. After eating, pat your butt and do your own thing. Go ahead.
The old man looked at Xiao Yibo and said:
"You want fortune-telling?"
Xiao Yibo shook his head and said: "No need."
"Oh, it's true that there is no need. You may have a prosperous life, but not a close relationship."
The implication is that you defeat your family.
Xiao Yibo’s hand holding the wonton bowl shook slightly but he said nothing.
After all, he had once been in charge of a car gang. Although it was a small gang that was not popular in the eyes of the big shots, it had also dealt with a lot of people from all walks of life. The best thing for such people who get around by just talking is not fortune-telling, but fortune-telling. People tell other people's things, but ghosts tell other people's things.
If you ignore him, he won't be able to say anything.
But the old man seemed to have no intention of giving up. He leaned forward and looked at Zheng Fan with a flattering look on his face, saying:
"This is a noble man. He is beyond words." ."
Zheng Fan smiled and drank the soup while blowing.
Xiao Yibo didn't get Zheng Fan's permission, so he naturally wouldn't rely on Zheng Fan, so he continued to eat his wontons.
The old man ate another half of the bowl peacefully, wiped his mouth, and said again:
"The noble man has a little more blood, which is a good thing and a bad thing."
I just went to kill someone the night before yesterday. Even if I took a shower, could the blood on my body dissipate so easily?
But Zheng Fan remained unmoved.
It's a pity that the blind man is still unconscious. If the blind man is brought out today, he will definitely come down to eat wontons with him. Secondly, he will be able to confront this old man.
Anyway, they are peers, so they are not afraid of nonsense.
"My lord, the road ahead for you will be smooth and smooth. As long as you stick to your heart and clear the muddy waters, you will be able to stand on your own in the world."
This It's auspicious words, right?
The words of snake oil.
Zheng Fan put down the bowl in his hand, cupped his hands to the old man, and said:
"I have learned a lesson."
"Isn't there anything you want to do to ask the old man to help you figure it out?"
“Didn’t you just calculate it?” Zheng Fan asked.
“Just now it doesn’t count.”
Zheng Fan nodded, but said: "There is nothing to settle."
Seeking money? Don't seek wealth.
Looking for talents? There are seven in the family.
Looking for an official career? As I am currently doing this, the boxes in the convoy in front of me are also filled with stepping stones on my career path.
Seeking marriage? With Siniang here, Zheng Fan is quite content.
This is not a lie. The reason why Zheng Fan doesn't touch the delicate little ladies at home is because, firstly, those flower bones do not suit his taste.
Secondly, with the help of Siniang, he is really good in this regard. So happy.
It’s not because of Siniang’s image in the comics that she is afraid of what will happen if she eats it secretly. It’s just that as a second-generation person, she has no obsession with things like love and love.
Perhaps I might be tempted by some princesses or princesses in the future, but that's just because their noble status can satisfy my male sense of conquest.
At this point, Zheng Fan found that his mentality seemed to be a little closer to the blind man, A Ming and the others. These demon kings seemed to be not very interested in women.
"There's nothing to settle." Zheng Fan replied.
In this life, for now, I am just thinking about how to play. As for what to play and how to play, this does not need to be taught by anyone. The process of exploration is itself a part of playing.
The old man was a little bit sad.
It seemed that he was a little regretful that he could not open a mixed business.
In the end he could only say:
"Where are you from, noble man?"
"Look at what you are asking, old man. This is the country of Yan, and I am naturally from Yan."
"No, no, no, the young master is not from Yan. "Young Master, you are a man from heaven."
A gleam of light passed through Zheng Fan's eyes.
Xiao Yibo, who was not sure why, laughed and cursed:
"You old man, just eat your wontons in peace, there is no need for you to flatter me blindly."
Flattery is Xiao Yibo's job.
The old man nodded and said:
"If a basket of flattery can be exchanged for a bowl of wontons, it is worth it."
Zheng Fan handed the bowl to him Xiao Yibo, Xiao Yibo took the bowl and sent it to the stall.
There was no third wave of customers at the stall, but the couple was ordering wontons, which were being cooked right now.
The young couple, each with a bowl, squatted beside the road entrance to eat like the guests. You feed me one, and I feed you one.
Xiao Yibo placed the bowl and spoon on the stall, looking at this loving scene, he couldn't help but feel a little envious.
It is not a blessing to be able to hold hands and depend on each other even though we are living in poverty.
Zheng Fan also noticed the situation here, but what he saw was different from Xiao Yibo.
In Zheng Fan's opinion,
Well,
both the couple are eating their own wontons, which proves that there is nothing wrong with the wontons and they can be eaten.
This kind of thinking inertia was probably tempered by news on various food safety issues in later generations.
The traffic jam seemed to have eased a bit, and the team began to move forward slowly.
Xiao Yibo went to the team to arrange vehicles and told his men not to rest and to prepare to enter the city.
Zheng Fan was about to get up and go back to the convoy, but the old man suddenly said:
"No need to worry, noble man, we have just started walking. In my life, I have always said that where there is a cause, there is an effect. never I owe you a favor."
"What do you want?"
"Since the noble doesn't want to know anything, I can still chat with the noble."
Zheng Fan really didn't leave, he squatted down again and said:
"I heard that the dignitaries of Qian, Jin and Chu all like to keep some Qingqing, and the purpose of their use is nothing more than this. ?”
The old man nodded and said:
“Indeed.”
High-ranking officials are afraid of loneliness and lack of elegance, so they will specially raise some Qingke to be responsible. Chat with yourself.
In fact, it is just bragging, comparing who can brag elegantly, who can brag to a higher level, and who can brag more effectively.
"As for me, I am a rough man. You always say that I am full of energy. You guess you can tell what kind of business I am?"
Zheng Fan has been in the army for so long after all. , no matter how lazy he is as a hands-off shopkeeper on weekdays, after all, he has seen blood rushing through the military gate of the city through battles, and it is normal to be recognized as a military figure.
If you can't even see this, this old man is really living like a dog at such a long time.
“You ask, for me, as long as I know what I know, I will answer you without any secrets.”
"Is it because of this bowl of wontons?"
"Wontons are not valuable, but the love in the wontons is valuable. Everything in the world is valuable if it is contaminated with love;
Just like the Emperor of Chu paintings, Emperor Jin’s sword, Emperor Yan’s sword, Emperor Qian’s pen, These are priceless.
There is a sense of nostalgia in these wontons, so the price is naturally high.”
“That makes sense, let me ask Qian Guo this time. , how many people came up?”
Zheng Fan really dared to ask.
The old man actually dared to answer:
"The 150,000-strong Western Army should have arrived at Mianzhou City yesterday. The 100,000-strong Forbidden Army was transported by water, but due to delays in departure, they fell behind instead. We are behind the Western Army, but we estimate that we will arrive today.
The wolf soldiers are naturally following the Western Army, and are controlled and monitored by the Western Army.
It will probably take some time for the 50,000 ancestral army to come from the East China Sea coast, but it is adjacent to three sides. There are no less than 100,000 auxiliary troops from various counties, and they have already set off to enter."
"So, how many soldiers and horses will be gathered on the three sides of the Qian Kingdom?"
"The Western Army is 150,000, and the Wolf Soldiers are 50,000. However, for these 50,000, a gap must be made, and two soldiers will be garrisoned on the three sides. There are more than 100,000 troops, 50,000 ancestral troops, 100,000 auxiliary troops in Linjun, and 100,000 forbidden troops. This is a full army of 650,000 troops!" It can be said to be quite luxurious.
Zheng Fan asked again:
"Then do you know how many soldiers and horses my Dayan has to go south?"
"Tsk, tsk, my lord, you are not from Yan."
"But I am even less likely to be from Ganren."
"My lord, maybe you have never seen the prosperity of Shangjing or the scenery of Jiangnan. ”
“Believe me, I have seen it, I can feel it, but I... don’t like it very much.”
Not only Zheng Fan, but also all the demon kings under his command have actually thought about this problem. Wouldn't it be better to be in Toucheng instead of Qianguo?
The conclusion drawn is still...it is more comfortable, free and enjoyable in Yan country.
Things aside,
Zheng Fan now has a relationship with Jingnan Houtian Wujing to collect corpses,
and Li Liangting have a relationship with a leg of mutton,
The friendship with Emperor Yan Ji Runhao broke off again,
Even Eunuch Wei was thinking of letting himself enter the palace to take over.
No matter what, Zheng Fan should be closer to Yan Guo.
"Well, that's it." The old man looked a little disappointed.
“You haven’t answered me yet.”
“Don’t you know how many soldiers and horses Dayan has that can go south?”
"Sometimes, outsiders can see things more clearly about one's own affairs."
"It makes sense, so the old man will let the noble man calculate it. There are more than ten people, big and small, piled up in Yinlang County. The total number of soldiers and horses from all walks of life in the general army is estimated to be between 40,000 and 50,000, but the good and the bad are mixed.
The Jingnan Army has 50,000, and there are 50,000 rear camps, even if he is. One hundred thousand, the Yanjing Forbidden Army must be responsible for guarding the country, and at the same time, it must guard against threats from the Jin Kingdom.
Over the desert, at least one hundred thousand Zhenbei Army cavalry must be left to guard.
< br>Calculating, the number of people that Dayan can attack south at once is only 200,000 Zhenbei troops plus 100,000 Jingnan troops and tens of thousands of miscellaneous troops, totaling more than 300,000."
"Calculating, it's equal."
"The Qian Kingdom has many people, but the Yan army is strong, especially the 200,000 iron cavalry of the Zhenbei Army. It is like a knife that has been sharpened in the desert for a hundred years. Today, I was able to take it out on Nan.
It’s just..."
< br>"Just what?"
"Although Dayan is powerful, the Daqian land is rich in resources. Although there are so many soldiers and horses on these three sides, if the war is really going to start completely, Dayan's cavalry If you are brave enough, can you break this iron wall? ”
Zheng Fan said nothing.
Siege and field battle are two concepts.
Especially when the opponent had sufficient troops to defend, Zheng Fan attacked Mianzhou City twice, but he actually never thought about a serious siege because he couldn't afford it.
"How much will the people of Yan have to mobilize when the Yan army goes south? Have you ever settled this debt?"
Zheng Fan continued to be silent.
"The most important thing is that under the edict of His Majesty Daqian, all the armies of the world and the bravery of the world can be quickly formed into an army. Not to mention support, it is not difficult to gather another seven or eight hundred thousand troops to march north."< br>
You know, over the years, the Qian Kingdom has been maintaining an army of 800,000 troops on three sides and an army of 800,000 forbidden troops. Although these two armies are seriously underpaid, this proves that the Qian Kingdom court can afford to support this army. An army of 1.6 million people!
Qian Guo is big and rich, not just for words.
"The newly formed army is useless." Zheng Fan said.
“Fight, see blood, lead the new with the old, and you will become an army.
The most important thing is that if Dayan goes south, it will be impossible to break through Daqian's three-sided defense in a short period of time. Daqian can take this opportunity to slowly temper his impetuosity and reorganize his armaments.
On the side of Emperor Yan, it seemed that he was stepping on the throne and sweeping away the demonic atmosphere, but after all, he placed himself in an extremely dangerous position.
Throughout the ages, every dynasty has relied on something. The barbarians relied on the royal court to control their wise kings, the Chu State relied on the nobles, the Jin State relied on clans and clans, and Daqian relied on scholar-bureaucrats to rule the world.
The foundation of a country is like a pile of soil, layer by layer, with the royal family at the top. Everything has its two sides. It may seem like the so-called moth of the country, but in fact it can also be called the cornerstone of the country.
The Yan people cannot afford to consume or support, and this does not include the premise that Jin, Chu and the barbarians take action. ”
To explain the old man's words with modern thinking, it is probably that after a political power becomes prosperous and wants to stabilize the world, it must bring together a class to share the benefits. Although the vested interest class is the worm of the country, sucking the blood of the country, they have to protect it. Your instinct to rule.
Just like when Emperor Yan and the Marquis of Zhenbei acted in the drama before, the noble families of the Yan Kingdom just wanted to make the two marquis kings, but they never thought of pulling the Ji family off the throne.
If the Zhenbei Army really wanted to replace them, the aristocratic families would still side with the emperor, but Emperor Yan swept them away. Although this was beneficial to the country, it was also detrimental to the ruler's rule. Said, but became insecure.
If one day, Li Liangting dies, or Ji Runhao dies, or the Marquis of Jingnan dies, problems will naturally arise, or the Zhenbei Army itself is a military group with its own system. What should we do if other voices appear?
Without the mediation and obstruction of the family members, any disturbance may directly threaten the Ji family's dominance.
"Haha."
"Your Majesty, don't believe it?"
"We are not sitting on the other side."
"Your Majesty's words are really wonderful."
"Haha, then I'm very curious. The old gentleman must be a gangster, why are you going north now?"
"Well, who said that the old man is a dry man."
"Then why did the old gentleman teach me?"
"The road is up to the sky, everyone goes to one side. The road of the noble man is naturally open, the noble man There are already calculations in the mind, and those who don’t know what to do will find their own path.”
“It’s all rhetoric and countless things.”
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"My motorcade is leaving, farewell."
"See you later, noble man."
Zheng Fan stood up. This time, he really left. He caught up with the carriage team in front, Got on his horse.
A Ming turned his head sideways, holding a water bag in his hand, and the corners of his mouth were a little red, as if they were dotted with rouge,
asked:
"What's the matter?"
Zheng Fan didn't say anything, just thinking that after entering the city, he would notify the Secret Service that someone from the Secret Service had come in.
As for whether it is useful, I guess it is useless.
When Zheng Fan looked back, sure enough, the old fortune teller and the poor swordsman from before had disappeared.
"Ah Ming."
"Tell me, is there anyone in this world who can tell who we are?"
"The Lord means, can anyone tell that we don't belong to this world?"
Zheng Fan clicks nodded.
“Just look and see.”
“Are you so free and easy?”
"Because it's useless to think too much."
"That's right, it's useless to think too much, but I still have to make a fortune early. If I have 300,000 cavalry, I guess no one would dare to beep even if I'm a Martian. Already? "
"Yes, my lord is wise."
Zheng Fan reached out and naturally wiped away the drop of red "rouge" from the corner of A Ming's mouth,
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A Ming was stunned and frowned slightly.
Zheng Fan looked at the red on his fingertips,
wiped it on the hair of the war horse under his crotch,
said:
"You Just drink sparingly, don’t drink it all in one go and starve again.”
"There are several barrels stored in the ice cellar below the fortress."
"Is this okay?"
"Of course."
"Actually, what I did just now was a bit disgusting. ”
“You know it too, Lord.”
"But seeing that you are so calm, I just want to make you sick on purpose."
"My lord... is wise."
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"I thought , you will kill him." Among the crowd, the fallen swordsman said.
The old man shook his head and said: "I really want to kill him."
"Because the boxes in the convoy are all human heads?"
The old man shook his head and said:
"Because I can't see through him. This boy's luck is hard to fathom. "
"Then why not kill him? . ”
“You can’t kill him, you can’t kill him. He hasn’t become popular yet. Even if he becomes popular in the future, it’s hard to say whether it’s a good thing or a bad thing. In the past, he was thinking about planning a few things, so he was right. Recreation, now, is not possible
This breath of mine has not yet been released, but once it is released, it can travel thousands of miles. If I open my mouth to this child, I feel that I am at a loss. "
"According to what you Qi Refiners say, in a time of great chaos, evildoers will appear. Does he count? "
"Forget it. "
"This evildoer is in Yan State. "
"Can you confirm that it is the blessing of Yan country? ”
"I can feel that you are a bit deceiving yourself."
"That's all, that's all, one generation is in charge of the other's affairs. You and I are just human beings, and we are proud to take responsibility for our flesh and blood identity. As for what happens next , let him go.
You are right, troubled times will arise, and monsters will appear frequently. But it’s still unclear how many of them can transform into dragons.”
“It’s a pity, my sword is the same as yours.”
“Yes, my sword. The Qi is too strong, so don’t speak easily. Your sword is too sharp, and it will break if you stab it.”
"Don't you want to get started?"
"Wait a minute, wait a minute, the wontons just now are really delicious, they taste like home."
"Another bowl? Just wait a minute. I can give you more money from Jibaer next to me. Two bowls each."
"One bowl is enough, just to taste it. Besides, I can't eat it even if I want to."
The old man and the fallen swordsman looked at each other. That wonton stall,
Suddenly, more than a dozen people emerged from the crowd, one of them was dressed in black, and the rest were dressed as ordinary peddlers and lackeys, and they directly surrounded the wonton stall.
In order to prevent the crowd from rioting,
the man in black shouted:
"The secret agent of Dayan is arresting the spies of Qianguo. Anyone who has nothing to do with it should stay away!"< br>
The couple at the wonton stall were still squatting there, still holding wontons in their hands. Facing the secret agents around them, they did not have the slightest fear, but only a kind of calmness.
The old man sighed and said:
"Let me just say, today's wontons taste very much like home."
The down-and-out swordsman was silent.
The old man said again:
"Everyone has his own path. Everyone, because of his identity, has his own destiny. You said, from the time I found you to now , have you ever regretted it?”
"There is nothing to regret. It's all our own lives."
"Yes, it's our own lives. I don't like the Zhao family."
"I don't like it either."< br>
“But I’m a Gan man. It doesn’t make sense. They are willing to sacrifice their lives for Da Gan, and the two of us can continue to be happy and carefree. There’s no reason for that, there’s really no reason for that.”
“That doesn’t make sense.”
Before the agent from the Secret Service came forward to take someone away,
when the two couples were looking at each other and smiling, black blood was flowing out from their eyes, ears, mouth and nose, and their bodies had lost all vitality.
Obviously, they poisoned their wontons.
They may be the Silver Armored Guards who have been lurking in the Yan Kingdom for a long time, but recently they may have discovered something went wrong with their upstream and downstream lines, causing them to be prepared for their fate.
The blood has dripped into the bowl containing wontons, ripples away, and the clear wonton soup has diluted the color of the blood.
The old man in the distance,
took a deep breath,
exhaled,
there was an internal odor. (End of this chapter)